A/n: I'm sorry this chapter is so late, but I've been way too busy lately. From now on, the updates should be fairly regular.

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Disclaimer: The chances of me owning Harry Potter is just as likely as me getting an F in Geometry for this marking period (thinks lovingly of her 99 average in the class). As you can see, not very likely.

Warning: Overall, this fic contains child abuse, flashbacks, weirdness, and other things.

James stood and went over to Madame Pomfrey's desk and twisted the figurine on her desk. Madame Pomfey had it charmed to summon her when it was twisted. Within minutes of James twisting the figurine, she, along with Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Dumbledore entered the infirmary. Dumbledore and McGonagall had a slightly sleepy look on their faces, almost as if someone had cast a memory charm on them. James studied them with a frown of concentration on his face before he woke up Sirius and Remus whom had fallen asleep.

It seemed as if the adults were ignoring them, almost as if they didn't exist. James' attention was brought back to the boy who had shied away from Pomfrey when she tried to check him over.

"Pomfrey, leave the child alone for a minute, he won't die soon, and we need to ask him the questions now." James blinked from the vehemntecy in McGonagall's voice.

Dumbledore looked like he was going to protest the abruptness in McGonagall's tone when he thought about it. She was right; the truth serum was going to wear off soon, so they needed to ask the questions now. "Child, who are you, where are you from, and why are you here? Answer as best as you can," he said in his kind voice.

The boy on the bed looked totally confused, but answered as well as he could. "My name is Harry…" and he trailed off. His expression showed total panic.

Madame Pomfrey sniffed, and stated, "Just as I expected. Harry here, has amnesia, probably a result of the mental and physical trauma he suffered. It could be permanent, so we should enroll him into the school, and hope that he regains his memory soon."

It seemed as if McGonagall was going to protest against McGonagall's statement, and James was proven correct when she stated, "Are you mad Poppy, the boy could be a death eater, or a spy, and you want him in the school?"

That was when Dumbledore waded back into the fray, "Now Minerva, Harry could be a death eater or a spy, but I doubt that. He seems to be a nice young man who needs a place to stay, unless you wish to send him back to the monsters who did this to him?"

McGonagall looked horrified at the very though, and didn't say a word as she left the infirmary. "James," continued the headmaster, " Since the boy looks so much like you, why don't you share your left name with him." He paused to gather his ideas together, "He seems to have all the supplies, so all we have to do is sort him, and he's good to go."

The boy spoke, "Don't speak around me as if I were a piece of furniture. What is a death eater, where am I, and what do you mean by sorting?"

Dumbledore considered the questions before answering; "You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sorting means to put you in the proper house at Hogwarts. Your house is your family here. I myself was a Gryfindor, and still hold a faint loyalty to my house. He's eyes twinkled as he remembered the good old days, before dimming, "As for your first question, I'll answer that when you are better prepared. Now rest up, I expect you'll be in here for the rest of the week. As soon as you are free to leave the infirmary, you will be sorted in a private ceremony in my office." The headmaster left with a flourish of his bright turquoise cloak.

"Well the headmaster was right about one thing, you do look a lot like James. Would you mind if I put his last name down as yours?" Harry shook his head, while James chimed in, "I don't mind either, I think it'll be cool to have a family member again."

Sirius and Remus just watched the scenes that had played out in front of them with shocked expressions They were too sleepy to comprehend what had gone on in front of the.

As the week past, James, Remus, and Sirius always went to visit Harry. Peter had gone with them once, and Harry had reacted so badly to him that Pomfrey had banned him from the infirmary unless he was sick. Sirius hadn't stopped laughing art him for the rest of the week. However, the boys were worried about Harry. He didn't eat much, shied away from all physical contact, and never smiled.

Finally, the day arrived for Harry to be sorted. He had just been cleared from the hospital wing though Pomfrey hadn't liked the idea at all. Harry looked around the office, with the familiar seeming Phoenix on a stand. He was only mildly nervous, as James and them were waiting outside the door for him after the sorting. They had agreed to like him even if he got into a house other than Gryfindor.

Harry was curious when Dumbledore pulled a hat out of the cabinet in the office. 'Am I supposed to pull a rabbit or something out of it,' he thought to himself. "Harry, put this on your head child," Dumbledore broke into his thoughts. With an attitude of amusing the old coot, Harry put on the hat, and was shocked when it started to talk to him. 'Ah, I see you are giving the task of finding yourself, but let us see what you are made of, time traveler. I will search your memories, though I will not allow you to see what I see. Your loyalty is like that of a Hufflepuff, you have nearly died for your friends many times. But greater than your loyalty is your intelligence. I cannot believe that you taught yourself how to read when you were three. That would have been enough for Ravenclaw, but you have traits greater than that. Your ambition is greater than your loyalty and intelligence, though you are a pure spirit. Remember this, ambition isn't a bad thing in and of its self. It is how it is used. The trait you have the most of is a Gryfindor trait. The things you've done, and the decisions you've made have shown your courage. You belong in GRYFINDOR."

Dumbledore smiled down at the newest Gryfindor student. "Why don't you go tell your friends what house you were sorted into?" and watched as the child smiled broadly and left the room.

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